BREAKING NEWS!1 february 2018
i will spare you the details, but after a year of hopelessly suffering my quickly degenerating web host i have decided to discontinue our collaboration - and spread the word: freewebs sucks!

which means that with immediate effectcaptain beefheart electricitywill be flashing on at the new addressbeefheart.xyz
see you there, you're welcome...

dada is
a virgin microbedada is against
the high cost of livingdada: a joint stock
company for the exploitation of ideasdada has 391 different
attitudes and colors depending on the sex of the chairmanit transforms itself
- affirms - simultaneously says the opposite - it doesn't matter - screams
- goes fishingdada is the chameleon
of rapid, interested changedada is against
the futuredada is deaddada is idiotichurrah for dadadada is not a literary
school roar

- tristan tzara

captain (don van vliet) beefheart's grating,
atonal, alienating music is not really music. according to the captain,
it's a feeling. and the feeling? frightened and frightening. a harsh physical
sound, mirroring the perverse ambiguity of the age. beefheart has not lost
his vision - it is the tíme which has run amok.

people put bandages on everything, do you
know what i mean?

he stares at you hopefully, a large benevolent
looking man who much resembles the young dylan thomas (english poet and
writer - t.t.).

they even put bandages on things that aren't
really wrong. like the land and the water, you know? my job is to take
off the bandages. sometimes that hurts.

hurts who?

the few people who listen. i enjoy it myself.
it's fun.

the captain is in the minority. and the
lack of attention embitters him.

we've only played about twenty times in this
country. in europe, audiences seem to understand us better.

picture by james roark

that's more than he can say for frank
zappa, who produced his latest elpee 'trout mask replica'.

our music put him to sleep. (beefheart
claims at one point he didn't sleep for a year and a half). we had
to wake frank up every time we wanted to record.

beefheart describes zappa as a 'foreigner'
who can't understand and instead contents himself with being a pale plagiarizer
of varese and stravinsky.

can you imagine that man struggling with
varese? he smiles. wow. everything is such a joke anyway. you know,
a long time ago, about a year or so, picasso (famous painter - t.t.)
was at a conference and a reporter asked him what he thought of a painting
by a monkey. picasso left the room, then came back and bit the man who
asked the question. you wouldn't expect that of picasso. he's not an old
prankster like dali or duchamp.

you would expect anything from beefheart.
except, perhaps, that he cares a lot more than he would lead you to believe.

it's all here (he is pointing at a gold
purse). do you understand?

*

i'm not really composing.... maybe you should
say that i was inventing when i put my foot down, you know.... maybe these
are inventions. pictorial living type inventive inventions. *

all words are obsolete, when it comes to
feeling. i go into these words, or these words go into me, and somebody
else writes them down.... i don't write them down: i record them on tape....
i think that's the best musical part of me - with the word-writing. part
of my love - the other is the other. *

i don't think anybody needs drugs. i think
if they need to, they need some bread. not money, bréad.... *

you know, i'm not even here. i just stick
around for my friends. *

there are only forty people in the world
and five of them are hamburgers. *